Useless Against The Soul Reaping Sword

The light blade floated around Jonathan. Above his head, a transparent flower emitting a faint fluorescent glow appeared out of thin air. The powerful waves of spiritual power spread out, forming an almost invisible storm around him.

"Is that…"

Countless gazes converged on Jonathan, or more precisely, on the nearly colorless, mystical petals above his head.

The entire area fell silent, followed by an uproar of astonished exclamations.

"The Flower of Infinity?"

Many...